Chapter 32 – What is love?, Part 8
“Why Qiu Qianchi?” asked Santong, “Isn’t the Passionless Valley hers?”
“Well, the valley disciples have rebelled against her. Even if we killed Gongsun Zhi, she would not be able to live here any longer,” Zhu Ziliu explained. “I think that granny is just narrow-minded …” He did not continue and exerted his energy, quickly running to the kiln. Fortunately the kiln was a little bit away from the main complex. Hastily Zhu Ziliu lifted his Martial Uncle’s body away. The Monk’s countenance was still smiling, like he’d found sothing delightful just before he died.
Wu Santong shed so tears. “Martial Uncle died without suffering.”
Zhu Ziliu hesitated, “Martial Uncle was killed when he was searching for the Passionless Flower antidote,” he explained.
In the an ti, Huang Rong and her company arrived. Hearing Zhu Ziliu’s explanation, she imdiately examined the Indian Monk’s body, but she could not find anything. She searched all the pockets in his clothes… nothing. “Did your Martial Uncle say anything to you?” she asked.
“No,” answered Zhu Ziliu. “When Martial Uncle and I ca out of this kiln, we never thought danger was lurking.”
Huang Rong fixed her gaze on the Indian Monk’s smiling face and a thought flashed into her mind. She stooped and looked at the Divine Monk’s hands. Her heart was pounding, for she saw between his right thumb and index finger so dark-purplish grass-like herbs. Slowly she pried open his fingers and took the grass away. “What kind of grass is this?” she mused.
Zhu Ziliu only shook his head.
Huang Rong slled it. The grass had an awful sll, she almost threw-up.
“Mada Guo, careful!” said Yideng, “That is ‘Intestine Severing’ grass. It’s very poisonous.”
Huang Rong stared blankly. She lost hope.
At that mont the Wu brothers along with Li Mochou arrived. Upon hearing that the grass was very dangerous, Xiuwen said to Huang Rong, “Shiniang [martial female master – Shifu’s wife], let’s give that grass to this demoness.”
“Shan zai! Shan zai! [lit. good, peace] Young man, don’t be so cruel,” Yideng rebuked him.
“Grand Martial Master,” said Xiuwen, “Are we supposed to show rcy to an evil person like this woman?”
By now the fire had reached the trees and bushes around the kiln.
“The fire cos from the east, let us retreat to that hilly area to the north, and talk this matter over,” Huang Rong gave her command. Everybody complied and as they arrived there, the buildings around the kiln had started to burn.
Although Li Mochou’s accupoints were sealed, she was still able to walk, but without her internal energy. Secretly cursing her bad luck she tried to unseal herself. She thought she would try to escape when the enemy was not looking. Unexpectedly, her chest and stomach hurt like hell as soon as she did that, “Ah!” she scread in agony. What happened was that she had depressed the poison using her internal energy before. However, when her accupoints were sealed, her energy was also neutralized. Now that she tried to circulate her energy, the poison was flowing alongside and attacked her inner organs.
Her eyes saw stars floating around; she was writhing in agony and almost lost consciousness. Yang Guo and Xiao Longnü walked toward her, but what she saw was a young couple, a handso man and a lovely young woman and right in front of her they suddenly turned into Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun. She leaped and scread, “Zhanyuan! You are so cruel! You still have a face to see ?” Because she was thinking about love, the poison in her body beca more active than ever. She was in so much pain that her body writhed, her face contorted and white as a sheet of paper. She looked so frightening. Everybody stepped back a few steps seeing her behaving like a mad woman.
Li Mochou had always been a proud woman; never in her life did she ask any favor from anybody. But with her dying breath she cried incessantly, “Oohh… ah! Help! Ohh … sobody help , please …” Her voice was truly heartrending.
“The only one who could help you was my Martial Uncle,” Zhu Ziliu answered and pointed to the Indian Monk’s body. “Why did you kill him?”
“Yes! I killed him!” the demoness gritted her teeth and scread, “I’ve killed all kinds of people, good people, bad people, I killed them all! I want to die! Why are you still alive? I want you to die with !” Her body swayed, her breathing shortened, and suddenly she lunged toward Wu Dunru’s sword.
For many-many years Wu Dunru had dread of stabbing the demoness with his very own sword. However, at that mont he was taken aback, and pulled his sword away unwittingly. Li Mochou missed the sword; she fell down to the ground and her body rolled away toward the blazing flas in the valley below.
Everybody shouted! In a flash her clothes were like a giant torch, blazing with fire. She struggled and eventually managed to stand up in the middle of the flas.
Xiao Longnü, rembering their sisterhood, was the only one compassionate toward her. She imdiately cried, “Sister, get out of there!” But Li Mochou did not budge, it seed like she was not even feeling the intense heat. It was a terrifying scene … everybody’s eyes were wide open. Suddenly, from her mouth ca a heartrending voice; she was singing …!
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